In Cincinnati, baseball has always been less a sport than a kind of psychosis. It is to the natives what bullfighting is to the citizens of Madrid, and is approached with the same passionate enthusiasm and subjected to the same universally expert consideration. There is, I feel sure, a larger percentage of true baseball aficionados in Cincinnati than in any other city in the country.

-- Shine Ball

James A. Maxwell

Thursday, October 1, 2020

The closest the #Reds got to home plate...



...was Aquino Clumsily surging in that direction...in an embarrassing botched double steal. Ugggg. 

 I want THAT other feeling again, the feeling Of anticipation going into game 1, knowing Bauer was on the mound, then Sonny Gray and then Castillo.  If you told me that there would be no runs scored and we wouldn’t see Gray at all,  I would’ve run for the hills not wanting to experience THAT vibe!  I want that feeling back, that feeling of watching Bauer mow them down with complete confidence, knowing that we would knock a few out of the park to help him out, right? RIGHT. Here we are 48 hours later and we still haven’t scored a run...I’m tired and trying to find a some baseball ⚾️ positives. I’ll go to bed thinking of a road trip to Goodyear Arizona in 2021 if were all not Covid zombies 🧟‍♂️  🧟‍♀️,  Or something....go reds...meh:



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